My name is Meng Qingyu, and I am the 66th generation descendant of a family of corpse-bearers in western Hunan. To put it bluntly, this profession is about dealing with the dead - collecting corpses, encoffining, carrying coffins, and burying them, all in one package. There is an old saying in our industry: "It would be better to demolish ten temples than carry one coffin of wronged souls. But I just carried one."
Things have to start three days ago. That night I was working overtime at the county funeral parlor and was doing beauty treatments on an unknown female corpse - half of her face was run over by a car and had to be repaired with wax. I was working until midnight when my phone suddenly vibrated. I looked down and saw a new message in my circle of friends.
